Land of seven Lands

Land of Seven Lands.

Never was I outside the land of Seven Lands. Sometimes I think it’s just the sad fate of princesses from that land. Lasting in it for eternity is the base of my existence. There are many regularities apart from that for living in the eternity. The first rule is to quietly long for freedom. The second rule is to sleep only in the colors of the night. Third and most important rule: always care for your words and attitude. There is the written word which the good and rich inhabitants of the land try to resist. And then, words written on paper are in terms of weight more serious than the ones which fly from the mouth up to the sky. There are also shortened thoughts- for those a little bit poorer. They are in the featherweight, fluffy and invented to describe world of shadows and illusions. The princess straddled and sat down on the edge of her glass bathtub. She whispered words of the spell and the water from crystal clear became frosty pale and reflecting the stars. Apart from that, light crystals of ice were swimming below the surface whispering magical songs. She slipped the silk dress off from her shoulders, naked and cold she immersed her body in the water. She mumbled and sobbed drowsily as she was in the state of frantic despair. However, sadness added her  body some allure. This sadness swayed her hips from side to side, stroked her thighs, he whipped her buttocks and she hugged him. He charmed her like the sleepy lover, he was unusually delicate and he pampered her with his whispers. He raised on the surface of the water as soon as she closed her eyes. Their first meeting was like the magic of touch, but next ones soon became painful. She didn't understand it but she tried at all costs, to be worth this venture. She has rarely talked to him and rather listened to soothing sounds and the splash of drops of falling ice. Every drop of water coming out of his mouth turned into the crystal. With affection she thought about the power of his magic. Only when she closed eyes the charm died out to the dream. Trumpets howled and they rumbled like on the battlefield. She opened her eyes and sh asked for the glass of liqueur with the faint taste of gardenia. She got enough sleep that night. Today she desires to dance with words from the book of the Fighting Dragon. She put on the dressing gown and went to the reading chamber. She had to go through three thousand corridors with cold and varnished rooms. The train from the silky dressing gown trailed behind her like a shadow. She trod barefooted and she hummed her yearnings in a soft voice. Interrupting her song, the image from her childhood stood before her eyes . A huge hand shattered her senses and wanted to strangle her. She didn't feel any pain or fear for her life because she knew that it was only momentary. After all she was born from eternity therefore just a gloomy vision cannot take her life. She blew lightly and the memory soared into the past. Now she was stronger. She came up to an old copper vase and took out the key to the Chamber of the Fighting Dragon. She turned it and opened the great ebony gate. She bowed before the inhabitant of the chamber - a male with wide snowy wings, because even though she was a princess she had to respect the power of different creatures.

• I came to read words from your book, oh mighty – she said, her voice trembling a little. Will you please let me? – she whispered.

Weakened by his charm and thrilled by the shinning of his wings she started to look through the book slowly. Finally, she found a thought of appropriate meaning. She was close talmost felt ecstasy, but she forced herself to calm down. Wanting to understand every word she lighted the herb of light tobacco of ginger-truffle taste. Its fragrance tickled her nostrils and made her senses vibrate. She waited for the revelation that she was given through the blessing of her birth. Her face gained some colour and she felt relief in her bones. Tiny seeds of the herb gave out some juice. Enchanted by the charm of words she came down to her knees and laid on her friend’s wings. She fell asleep for the second time on the glass floor. Now the eternity will give more signs, which certainly will not be the last. The only condition was a long undisturbed sleep. Covered by shining wings and wrapped in their warmth she slowly entered the deciding phase of sleep. Under her eyelids appeared elements, from which she would later build scenarios of her life.

And so - she slept and slept and slept….